Bandaid

I kissed him in the corner by his vintage Beatles poster And he tasted just like cherries and the vodka on the coaster Took him like a pill to curb the guilt and hold me over Was getting good at making good guys taste like closure Think I used him as a band aid So I wouldn't think of you Thought he could kiss it make it better But he only hid the truth Think I used him as a band aid Maybe I should just come clean Maybe I should finally rip it off And ruin everything Think I I think I used him I think I I think I used him I think I Scrolling webmd trying to see if I can point where it hurts They even have a page for unreciprocated love that's getting worse And it's fine oh I'm so fine I'm still a pessimist aren't I? Let's all try, say I'm alright Even if someone has to lie Think I used him as a bandaid So I wouldn't think of you Thought he could kiss it make it better But he only hid the truth Think I used him as a bandaid Maybe I should just come clean Maybe I should finally rip it off And ruin everything Think I I think I used him I think I I think I used him I think I I think I used him I think I Oh I think I used him I think I